Chapter 471: Sioux City (1)
The vision flickered on and off, alternating between dead silence and noise.
My head hurt so much that it seemed like it was going to explode, and everything in front of me and in my ears became blurry.
"What are you guys doing! You said it would be fine, that's what you said it would be okay?! Are you kidding! ”
"Brother Qi, what the hell is wrong with him? The three of you are with him, you all have the ability, and now you don't know? ”
I heard the voices of thin and fat people.
"You two talk to Lynch's parents first, so they don't worry."
Chen Xiaoqiu's voice.
Lynch...... When will he wake up? ”
Guo Yujie's voice.
I felt a hand press against my forehead, and the palm of my hand was rough. The voices were gone.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was as if I had been locked in a cramped, dark box, and the box was still moving.
There was a heavy voice outside, a little familiar, as if it had been heard somewhere.
"Mr. Su, you mean to bury this thing underneath?"
I moved my body, and it felt very strange, like a ball of cotton stretching out, floating out of that small box, and suddenly my eyes suddenly opened up.
Ahead is a construction site, piling is being made. The metallic thump I heard was the sound of a piledriver.
"It's not buried in the ground, it's the Zhuangzi that is sealed in the stake, in the middle."
I turned my head and saw an elegant-looking man. He looked to be in his thirties and forties, and he was holding a small wooden box in his hand. There was a clear yin aura on the man's body, but I didn't see a ghost around him. Maybe he just ran into a ghost somewhere.
I scanned my surroundings blankly.
This place was strange to me, and the clothes of the people around me were also strange to me.
After looking around, I looked at the river bank on the other side. The banks of the river are ugly and dirty, with silt and construction debris piled together. It is construction in progress. On the other side of the river are low-slung buildings, built in the style of the last century, which is also unfamiliar to me.
But looking at the river, turning back, looking at the place where the piles were being driven, I began to understand where this was.
This is Binjiang Avenue, and that river is the Luoqu River, and the place where construction is going on......
My heart was pounding.
I should have gone back to the beginning of the construction of the Junli Hotel. As long as I destroy all this, I can change the future and change the present I am in, right?
I was pulled and had to fly forward, to the man who was holding the box before.
"Mr. Su, do you want to seal this in?"
The man nodded affirmatively.
After a group of people confirmed, no one objected.
This man was at odds with the construction workers around him, and the people around him respected him. As soon as he spoke, someone began to get busy.
The man also opened the box and took out the contents stored inside.
When I saw it, I couldn't help but be stunned.
It was a bowl, a porcelain bowl, blue and white porcelain, and the pattern printed was a figure or a pattern I had seen. The elderly, children, women, men...... I circled around this Mr. Su and looked at the patterns on the bowl, and the more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.
I'm not mistaken, this pattern is the same as the one I saw on the cornucopia! Not exactly the same, but every painting is the same subject.
The porcelain bowl was handed over by Mr. Su to a worker, and I hurried to follow.
This must be the key to the formation of the Junli Hotel. Whether it has anything to do with the cornucopia or not, I should destroy it at this point!
My hand reached for the worker, my fingers touching the cold porcelain bowl.
I was overjoyed. If I can touch it, then I will be able to ...... it
Not!
My arm was in severe pain, and when I turned my head, I saw Mr. Su. He grabbed my arm and glared at me in shock.
I panicked and my mind went blank. Except for the "game", no one has ever caught me in my dreams like this!
"Mr. Su, what's wrong?"
The people around looked at Mr. Su strangely.
Mr. Su's fingers were still curling, clutching my arm that no one else could see, and I couldn't see myself. His hand slowly retracted, and the strength of his hand was so strong that I had to cooperate with his movements and squat down awkwardly.
"It's nothing, I was dazzled just now. Go ahead and get busy. Mr. Su said.
"Oh." The workers hesitated and walked away.
"No! Can't let that bowl—" I shouted.
Mr. Su lowered his head and found my exact position.
He could see me!
"What the hell are you? Ghost? Mr. Su asked in a low voice.
I was confused again.
Because Mr. Su's lips didn't move, his voice was ...... Ventriloquism?
"What do you want to do?" Mr. Su narrowed his eyes.
I felt the strength in my arm increase, and the anger in my heart was not fear.
"The house you built has killed someone! It has killed four people and raised a building of spirits! ”
I had trouble suppressing my emotions.
This thing kills people, this man-made thing kills people, and will continue to kill!
Does this man even know what he's doing? Or, he just knew, just did it on purpose.
When I think about it, I want to break free from that man even more.
"This is a feng shui array for fortune. You ghost trying to lie to me? Mr. Su spoke in ventriloquism, let out a laugh in his throat, took my arm, and turned and walked to the board room next to me where the workers were resting.
"I'm going to sit down for a while, and then you'll call me when you're ready." Mr. Su said to a worker and walked into the board room.
Closing the door, he pulled out a small, delicate snuffbox from the inside pocket of his clothes.
I looked at the snuffbox as if it was something I saw when I visited a museum, I don't know if it was an antique, but I knew it was worth a lot of money when I looked at it.
Mr. Su held the snuffbox and opened the lid with his thumb.
I thought of all kinds of fantasy plots for a while. No matter what this snuffbox is used for, judging by this Mr. Su's attitude towards me, what happens next is definitely not good for me!
I began to struggle.
Mr. Su clasped my hand like an iron tong. He only glanced contemptuously at my movements, muttering words into the snuffbox.
I'm even more anxious.
Suddenly, I thought about my own abilities.
Not only can I enter a dream and see someone else's past, but I can also reverse the time of people or things I touch!
I grabbed Mr. Su with my backhand and the snuffbox in Mr. Su's hand with the other.
In an instant, I saw many complicated images, and those fragments passed through my mind, a person's life in the last year.
The flashback made me need to think about it before I could understand it.
His name is Su Cheng, his ancestor was a tomb robber at the earliest, dug up a lot of funeral goods, made a fortune, learned some feng shui techniques, and accumulated a lot of treasures. But with several wars and the changes of the times, the Su family has only left a few old antiques in the Su City generation, and the others are similar to ordinary people.
Su Cheng studied architecture, graduated from a prestigious university, studied abroad, and began his career as an architect after returning to China, and quickly became famous in the industry, but soon, he fell into a kind of bottleneck, and his previous creations seemed to be only a momentary inspiration and could not be reproduced. In this case, Sioux City stumbles through the collection in his home and sees a new world.
The Junli Hotel was a desperate decision for Sioux City. A building that is ordinary in terms of design alone is completely incomparable to Sioux City's past award-winning works. He wants to build a new reputation with this building, not as an architect, but as a god of wealth. Otherwise, he will be reduced to a third-rate designer, and he will have to design boxy residential buildings for the rest of his life.
He persuaded his family to take out the antique bowl in the family, which was the celadon bowl I had seen earlier.
"Get out of here!" Sioux City burst into a loud cheer, interrupting the fragment in my mind.